| Hallelujah
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| The iron king sings a song for the lover
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| The leaver, the lonely, and like
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| Young love waits
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| If I can then I’ll meet you at the gate of St. Peter
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| When the fever takes my mind
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| My god she came singing my name
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| Sounded like rain on the mountain
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| While I burned alive
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| Young flame burns soft as a candle
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| Lit between our two hearts
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| Just beats apart in the dark
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| Spent my summer out and high (high)
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| On the whiplash
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| Head back blowin' through the leaves
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| Growin' up a preacher was all you ever dreamed
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| I got the holy rope
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| I got the holy rope
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| I felt the fever grip
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| When I needed it closer
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| I’m at the fever pitch
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| Not quite but nearin' it
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| Can’t feed the fever yet
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| I’m savin' up my daily measurement
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| I’m at the grocery store
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| I’m buying eggs and toast
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| Lookin' at you and not where I walk
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| But I broke my nose just facin' god
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| Don’t let the fever get you
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| Got god already
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| Lost my soul in the seventh heaven
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| Makin' out on aisle eleven
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| Spent my summer out and high (high)
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| On the whiplash
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| Head back blowin' through the leaves
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| Growing up a preacher was always just a dream
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| All you ever needed were lines you could believe
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| Sang them to me sweetly
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| Only just a dream
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| Well I know you can’t walk
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| With them heels in the dark
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| Kick 'em off, let’s talk
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| Let me get to know you
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| Well I don’t know nothin'
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| But I’m quick pickin' up
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| And I think I could get you in a minute or two
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| Yeah if I could get a minute
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| Four, five at the limit
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| I think I might make you
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| Smile after dinner
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| Kick me under the table
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| I think that’s my in
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| And I think I came for that
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| What comes with it?
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| Let it simmer
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| Let it simmer
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| Simmer down please
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| I got the holy rope
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| I got the holy rope
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| I felt the fever grip me
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| When I needed it most (thank the lord)
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| I’m at the fever pitch now
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| I’m at the fever pitch
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| Not quite but nearly there
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| I mean it man |